Bad luck for Velvet, but at least you're not alone in your torment.

"Dammit!" You hear Velvet mutter to herself from across the room. You look over your shoulder, not wanting to peep on her but you can only see her backside anyway. "I tried them all..." she speaks to you now. "But none of them worked!"

"You must have skipped one." You reassure the petite redhead that is your friend. You're losing your patience and approach her, not caring much for her dignity but you want to get her out of that infernal chastity belt. She doesn't fight you as you stand in front of her. You just motion for the keys which she hands you.

One by one you go through each key on the ring, trying them all in the lock at the front of Velvet's chastity belt. Each time, the lock refuses to turn, leaving you more distraught after each failure. After you've tried each of them at least twice, your friend has her face in her hands as she softly weeps. You're more angry than anything, pissed really, that someone could lock up such a cute girl like Velvet.

Defeated, you throw the keys across the room. Still sitting down, Velvet wraps her arms around you into a hug, pressing her face into your stomach. "I thought for sure I could get free now..." She sobs.

"I'm so sorry." You reply. I really thought one of those would be the one.

"How can you be sorry!? You don't know what it's like to lose access down there!" She's hysterical now, not that you blame her. But still, she shouldn't say things like that when she should know better. You mean, her face is literally pressed against your own chastity belt now.

"Maybe I do know what it's like." You hint.

"Huh?" Her sobs slow as she pulls back enough to look up at you. You respond by simply dropping your shorts, panties attached. You're not as prude as Velvet about this, especially given how the last few days have worked out. Besides, the belt will block her view of the important bits. "How did you...?"

"It's a long story." You start. "You know how I said I almost got caught swiping those keys? Well, it's a bit messier than that."

"You mean, did Olivia do this to you too?"

"Not exactly." You decide to recount everything that happened in the engineering building, starting with you forgetting the room number that you were looking for until you were locked in an electronic chastity belt.

"So you it's not like you can even find the key or pick the lock on it then. I'm sorry, that's so much worse than my situation."

"It's okay. You didn't know." You reassure her. "And I'm not going down without a fight. I'll find a way to break out of this belt and have orgasms again."

"Are they really that good?" Velvet is looking away, obviously embarrassed by her question.

"What do you mean, haven't you climaxed before?"

"Well... not like this." That's it then, so it's true that she's a virgin who never even got the chance to masturbate once before having her clit locked away by her awful mentor. Velvet must feel close enough with you now as she explains about being part of the X-Change study and how Olivia, who was assigned to be her mentor, tricked her into the chastity belt. You go ahead and reveal that you're in the study as well, which surprises her a bit. "Really? But you seem so natural as a girl."

"Well, I'm just faking it so I don't have to worry about regretting my decision." You're joking at least a little. You find it hard to regret becoming a woman with how much fun you had over the past weekend. "If it wasn't for the X-Change study, I wouldn't have made friends with such a beautiful girl as you."

Velvet blushes again. However, the moment is quickly ruined when you hear your stomach growling. You both stifle a laugh as you check the time and realize you are rolling right through lunchtime. "How about we forget these belts for now and go get some lunch? I've hardly eaten today."

"Sounds like a plan." You respond, remembering that you also have yet to eat today. It doesn't take long for you to get back to a proper state of dress and head out towards the campus dining hall. You try to keep some light-hearted small talk going as you walk and eat.

You spot more than a few boys checking you both out. You wonder if it's because you're enjoying being with your friend, or can they somehow tell that you're both pent up with desire?

Lunch goes smoothly for you, and given that you both are already done with classes for today, you elect to hang out and watch some bad TV in her dorm for the afternoon. All thoughts of returning the keys to Olivia's office are gone since they didn't fit the lock anyway and also cause fuck her, that's why. It's maybe an hour later that Velvet's phone goes off with a message and you see the color absolutely drain from her face as she reads the message.

"What is it?" You ask her. She doesn't answer but slides her phone over for you to read. You spot the message from Olivia and start reading.

"Enjoying your chastity, Vel? I'm sure you've noticed by now, but none of those keys your little friend stole will unlock the belt. I'm guessing she filled you in already about the computerized chastity belt trials she volunteered for, so I think it's time you learned what your role is. You're the control, Velvet. That's right, while the other girls will get teased and punished and if they're lucky even an orgasm from their belts, you will only get nothing. That's why I became an X-Change mentor. We needed a virgin girl who has never experienced any kind of stimulation before. You can't find that in the general population. So you better not be expecting to get out of that belt for a good long time. Now, as for your friend who decided to break into my office... it's my job to make the belt programming assignments so I'm sure I can come up with a fun regimen for her."

You put the phone back down in disgust. Knowing that it was her plan all along to trick a virgin X-Change girl into chastity lowers your opinion of Olivia even further. But what was that she said about making your assignment? That's right, the guy said that you'd get an assignment pushed to your belt soon for the study, but you haven't noticed anything yet.

As if on cue, you hear a notification pop on your phone, and at the same time a shock unexpectedly courses through your clit for a moment, making you shoot up in pain in your seat. Fuck, that was unpleasant, you think. You grab your phone to see what the fuss is about and see a notification from an app you don't recognize that simply says "Program loaded successfully." You remember now that he said he loaded an app on your phone so you could monitor the belt's functions, but you completely forgot about it since. Velvet seems interested too after seeing the painful way you reacted to the notification.

You tap on the notification and it takes you to the app page for the belt.